When I survey the                      wondrous cross
                 On which the Prince of Glory died
                 My richest gain I count but loss
                 And pour contempt on all my pride
See from his head,                      his hands, his feet
                 Sorrow and love flow mingled down
                 Did ever such love and sorrow meet
                 Or thorns compose so rich a crown
O the wonderful                      cross, O the wonderful cross
                 Bids me come and die and find that I may truly live
                 O the wonderful cross, O the wonderful cross
                 All who gather here by grace draw near and bless
                 Your name
Were the whole                      realm of nature mine
                 That were an offering far too small
                 Love so amazing, so divine
                 Demands my soul, my life, my all
 
 

 

 
 

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